private Trust, I put this question to you || Mallow

[Wasppaw]

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King

"So, we simply, we just run? There's... that's it?" The question slipped out of her mouth, anxiety and shame wrapping their way around her limbs, making it hard to walk let alone think.
She had been...Wasppaw's eyes skert around the edges of Mallowtail, trained on the environment. She had been rehoused. That's what it felt like - taken from the place she felt safe and pulled kicking and screaming into the wide open. She hadn't actually screamed. She hadn't actually kicked. She'd actually done nothing more then go 'Okay Scorchstar' and leave the leader's den when appropriate. She had acted like it was no big deal. She had acted like her guts hadn't been spilled all over the ground. Scorchstar's paw might as well have glistened red with iron that night. Wasppaw wished they had.
Not fit for tunneling. The declaration rang (however true) like a gong in her head, reverberating and shaking her brain to mush. And from her mentor? I told you that in confidence! How dare you!
She had been reassigned to Mallowtail. Normally a fine cat, but really not one Wasppaw was looking forward to talking to. Much less taking leadership from. Mallowtail had always seemed... fine seemed to empty of a word. Joval. Normal. Friendly. Those words fit better. She had an air about her that leaked kindness and generosity. A fine cat, in other circumstances. Wasppaw was to sick, to used, to these circumstances.
Wasppaw saw the way Scorchstar looked at her that night. It was the same way Mallowtail looked at her. With pity.
It was sunny out, by all means a beautiful day that Wind Clan should be thankful for, yada yada. Her paws itched for home. Snow still littered the ground, amplifying that horrible sun's rays into the ex-tunneler apprentice's eyes. Still... better then the alternative. Her black pelt and small frame had given her prowess in the tunnel's beneath the clan's territory, but the darkness... She squinted. Dull green eyes searching for any bit of movement, ready to run. Coward.
"There's not... I mean." The wind blew heavenly breeze into her pelt, tickling her whiskers as it danced on her spine. It smelled wrong. Not dirty or dusty or permeated with that feeling that only underground air had - just.. clean. It smelled vaguely of cats and warm blooded animals and plants.
She spotted trees in the distance, and the feeling in her stomach sank.
"We just run? Other clans have trees and rivers and we just run? " Truthfully, the little apprentice didn't know if she could trust the ground below her paws any more then the molly infront of her. What horrible things would tumble from Mallowtail's lips if Wasppaw trusted anything right now?


But why do I lie awake each night thinking
"Instead of you, it should be me"? — penned by Keee, tags
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[Mallowtail]

She was surprised when Wasp-paw was assigned to her, but she did not mind. The young girl showed enough bravery despite all of her psychological and mental hardships. When a father with a bad reputation was exiled from his family, he attempted to take his kids with him to his death, and eventually his body on their doorstep. She had heard rumors that his kids might turn traitors too, and it was horrifying that their contempt for Snakehiss was occasionally reflected onto them. Although many people kept their opinions to themselves, anyone who was perceptive enough could see the anger concealed in their eyes or behavior (though those few were few).

Their first interaction held a suffocating tension in the air. Wasp-paw may believe she looked at her in pity, but it was more of her circumstances. As a child, she had to witness the disintegration of her family and endure the mockery and disapproval of their fellow clan members. She spent many moons as an apprentice learning the ins and outs of tunneling before being expelled from the tunnels to which she had become accustomed. The rug was pulled under the younger she-cat's feet each time she managed to gain comfort in something, and she had to get back up each time. When Scorchstar called Mallowtail to her den and designated Wasp-paw as her new apprentice to complete the rest of her training and teach her the ways of a Moor Runner, Mallowtail was perplexed.

Could she give the young girl the help she needed? A shoulder to lean on, a shining face in her moments of darkness. A teacher that respected her for her and helped her on the right path. She could only hope she would be a good mentor that could help Wasp-paw settle the disturbance in her heart. The cream sepia listens to Wasp-paw's question, and she offers a simple smile. "In simple terms, yes. We patrol aboveground while tunnelers do underground." Her honeyed eyes watch her intently as she responds softly.

The black molly's reaction toward the main task makes her giggle softly. It did seem quite boring when you thought about it; all they did was technically 'run'. "It does seem quite boring; however, Windclan is known for our unmatched speed and our agility." Mallowtail would assure her apprentice at their final statement. With their various skill sets, the other clans might seem intriguing, but Windclan also had their own, which was their relentless tactics and speed. Her long, tufted tail sways as she admires the sun basking the lands before them before glancing back at Wasp-paw.

"Is there anything you're curious about? You can ask me anything."
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